With respect to the Beats:

“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!” -Jack Kerouac

Embezzling Jerome.

I heard a bit of advice today from the MOST unlikely source: Jerry Seinfeld (on Oprah, no less). If you know me, you know just how cataclysmic this whole scenario truly is. That said, he gave such a decent and honest tidbit of advice that I'm sure he didn't make it up. He said, "Don't be such a good accountant."
In my life, while the Seinfeld credits are not offset by the Jerry debits, I feel I've learned a little from him. With others, like ourselves, we shouldn't be keeping such good score. Being forgetful could do a lot of us a lot of good. Is it really all that big a deal who eats the last whobobber or owes whom umpteen dollars? It makes us more impatient and synical. Hearing the adage made me appreciate the leniency of the good people who are unaware of my stats (you know who you are). In the future, I hope not to be so irritated when the scales tip, but don't topple. Forgiveness is the name of the game.
But don't tell anyone I heard it from Jerry. Besides, who's counting?

Who Has Seen the Wind?

And we all shine on. Like the moon and the stars and the sun.
John Lennon

Instant Karma is one of those songs I crank out of respect. For me, for John Lennon, for all of us. I don't have a recording of it in any form, so hearing on the radio is still the treat that was intended from the Isle of Wight. I rock out to this song and it speaks to me like a really good, long-lost friend. I connect to it instanly, however briefly and think 'Yeah.' while I nod to the beat.
Last night, in a particularly low place, it reached into my head and pulled me out. I looked up and knew my place right away when, like the needle touching down, Instant Karma scratched, hi-fi, into my mind's ear. Heard it clear as, well, night. It was all the perspective I needed.
We're so small and so fleeting as creatures...we're so insignificant in the grand scheme of all this. Do you think the stars give a damn? I don't think so. When faced by the Atlantic, a favorite of mine wondered aloud: "Who the hell do we think we are?" That's how I felt when I spotted them last night - and what a comfort! It really isn't all complicated. In fact, it's clearer to me now than it has been: we are here to help each other through this. On and on and on...

Sliding in to home...

For the love of whatever you believe in at 2:53 a.m., I have arrived in the blogosphere at last. I'm pretty sure I missed the tag, time to brush of some infield and tip my cap. Nuh night.